Biker's Girl 2

Biker's Girl 2
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ISBN:  9781780804729
Author:  Lia Anderssen
Word Count:  65,106
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Once the door had closed the guard turned to look at her captive. "Such a pretty little thing," she murmured. She lifted the spear so the metal brushed Lia's cheek.
   Lia stayed perfectly still; the point was razor sharp. The guard moved the weapon, sliding the edge down Lia's throat, making the hapless girl tremble. She slid it down her front and over her swelling breasts, just scratching her nipples, the sensation making them harden. The guard smiled and continued to tease them, the edge of the steel sending a tremor through Lia's body.

In this second Biker's Girl book Lia, our beautifully submissive damsel in danger, again remains totally naked throughout, stumbling from one sexual mishap to another, pursued and hunted by numerous devious dominants and being regularly punished in all sorts of erotic ways.

"Who on earth are you?" a man asked.
   It took Lia a few seconds to focus her eyes as she blinked up into the bright sunlight, and slowly became aware that a group of people were staring down at her. There were eight of them. Five men and three women.
   They were dressed in a way she had never seen before. The men wore worn jeans, torn and ragged. Two were bare-chested, three wore unbuttoned shirts that flapped in the warm breeze. On their feet were sandals, and their faces were unshaven. The women wore long, shapeless dresses that hung below their knees. These too were shabby and torn in places. All of them, both men and women, wore jewellery of various kinds draped round their necks and wrists, and a few of them had tattoos on their arms and chests and even on their faces.
   "I said - who are you?"
   Lia turned to face the man, remembering her nudity. She clutched her hands to her breasts and sex in a vain attempt to hide herself from their gazes.
   "Speak!"
   The man was taller than the rest, and distinguished by the thick gold chain around his neck. On it dangled a jewelled medallion.
   "My name is Lia," she said quietly.
   "And what are you doing here, in this sacred place?"
   "Sacred?"
   "Certainly. This is the Tree of Birth. It is at the very heart of the living forest. Your presence in that disgusting state will have angered the spirits."
   "Spirits? What spirits?"
   "The all-knowing Spirits of the Woods."
   Suddenly Lia understood. She had stumbled into a community of New Agers. After the breakdown of law and order many previously established organisations had been changed beyond all recognition. Attendance at conventional churches had been falling for years, and many of the great cathedrals now stood empty and derelict, their windows smashed, their great interiors turned into cardboard cities for the homeless. At the same time many people had begun to turn to alternative religions. Some worshipped ancient gods, others earthly things. Various different cults sprang up, each professing to have discovered the true meaning of life, and for a long time they remained in the cities, trying desperately to recruit people to their causes.
   Some attempted to declare parts of the cities safe, preaching peaceful coexistence, but inevitably being wiped out by the tough gangs that roamed the streets. Many others left the urban areas, setting up communes in remote places where they could carry out their rites in peace. For the most part they were ignored by the Bikers, and were allowed to live quietly and practice their religions as long as they stayed away from the highways and service areas which the Biker's considered their own province. Despite the relative poverty in which they lived, the members of these communes began to preach to anyone who would listen of the dawn of a new age. Inevitably they became known as the New Agers.
   And now Lia had found them. Or they had found Lia. She glanced from face to face, still clutching her hands to her body, wondering what they wanted with her.
   "I - I'm sorry I'm in your wood," she said. "I didn't realise it was sacred."
   "But where are your clothes? Don't you realise it is sacrilege to be naked here, except during the most hallowed of services? Why is your body uncovered in such a provocative way?"
   "I... I haven't any clothes."
   "Look Kieran," said one of the women suddenly, "the fruit. She's been eating the fruit."
   The woman pointed at the stones on the ground beside where the confused girl lay. Kieran, the man with the gold chain, picked one of them up and studied it. He turned back to Lia, his eyes wide.
   "It's true," he said. "You have been eating the fruits of the tree. Don't you realise that no one is permitted to eat the fruits of the tree?"
   "No I didn't know..."
   "Wait!" shouted one of the men. "Here is further proof of the little strumpet's evil." He held up the piece of the tree that Lia had snapped off. "She has removed a member from the Tree."
   A collective gasp went up from the New Agers as they stared open-mouthed at the object in his hand.
   "Give me that," said Kieran, snatching it from him. He took the piece almost reverently, turning it over in his hands. Then he stared again at Lia. "Wicked girl," he shouted. "Look at what you have done to the Tree. This is a profanity that must not go unpunished."
   "But it was an accident," insisted Lia. "I didn't know the tree was sacred."
   "Ignorance is not an excuse," said Kieran, his eyes wild. "You must make amends to the Tree for what you have done." He turned to the man beside him. "Victor," he said, "she shall be offered to the Tree, and punished there."
   "Offered to the Tree?" Victor was dubious.
   "Yes. It is the fitting place for her punishment, and it will show her the supreme power of the Tree. Do it!"
   Before she fully realised what was happening Lia found her arms grasped and she was hauled to her feet, her hands trapped behind her so that her intimate parts were exposed to the New Agers. She stood confused, while the New Agers began pulling ropes from the bags they carried. As they did so Kieran started muttering some incomprehensible chant.
   At a command from him Lia was marched over to the tree, and halted just in front of it.
   "Oh Spirit of the Tree," chanted Kieran, "we offer you this strumpet for your pleasure, to make amends for her behaviour. Please accept our offering."
   With that Lia found herself being lifted bodily and her legs pulled apart. For a second she was unsure of what they were doing. Then she realised.
   They were going to impale her on one of the penis-like protrusions!
   She looked down at it with consternation. It was long and thick, and at just the level of her sex. She tried to struggle but the hands that held her were too strong, pushing her onto it. She gave a little gasp as she felt the rough tip brush her sex. Then there were fingers probing at her. Rough, insistent fingers that delved between her legs from behind and stretched the lips of her sex apart. Fingers found her clitoris and teased it into a hard little bud. Fingers that, despite her reluctance, began to have an inevitable effect, causing a warm wetness to flow within her.
   They held her suspended, stimulating her until she was lubricated and ready. Then they forced her downwards, so that the phallic tip was pressed hard against the opening of her vagina. Lia gave a cry of dismay and surprise as it slid into her, but despite herself she felt her juices flow even more strongly, coating the rough wood with a sleek lubrication as it penetrated her.
   Down and down they pushed her, forcing the wooden knob into her until it could go no further, and her pubic mound was pressed against the trunk of the tree, her nipples brushing the gnarled bark.
   As soon as he was certain she was completely impaled, Kieran shouted an order and two stakes were driven into the ground on either side of the tree. Ropes were wound round her ankles and secured to the stakes, leaving her legs spread wide apart. Then they took her hands, wrapping them round the tree and tying her wrists before dragging them up as high as they could and securing them out of her sight.
   Lia was helpless, her naked body pressed hard against the tree, her sex filled with the solid wooden cock. All she could move was her head, and she glanced back at Kieran, watching him as he uncoiled a long thin whip. Her stomach turned over as she realised the target she made, her back exposed from neck to ankle, her backside thrust back provocatively by the phallic projection. And yet mixed with the fear was a delicious sense of anticipation, and she felt the muscles of her sex tighten round the wooden cock as she braced herself for the beating.
   Swish! Crack!
   The whip came down across her beautifully presented rear with a force that drove the breath from her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth:
   Swish! Crack!
   It descended again, this time across her lower legs, cutting into her flesh. She tried to struggle but she was held fast, the movement simply causing her exposed clitoris to rub against the harsh wood, making it swell still further.
   Swish! Crack!
   This time the leather fell across her back, the hard thong on the end whipping round and catching her breast, leaving a long red stripe that travelled halfway round her body. Lia's skin was bathed in sweat and her body glistened in the afternoon sunlight.
   Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack!
   The whip continued to descend on her punished flesh. But there was a new sensation filling her now, one that made the pain bearable. Pleasurable even. Each blow of the whip rocked her body forward, forcing the wooden shaft to slide back and forth inside her. It was as if the knob and the whip were conspiring together to fuck her, and the sensation to one as lustful as Lia was delicious.
   Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack!
   Lia struggled to control her feelings as the blows rained down. The pain from the whip was excruciating, but somehow it paled into insignificance compared to the pleasure that ran through her every time she felt the object inside her work its way in and out of her sex. Her nipples had swollen to hard nuts as they were forced against the rough wood, further heightening the tingling lust rising within her.
   Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack!
   Kieran paused for a second and Lia turned to watch him, still gasping with passion as she hung there. He was drawing his arm right back and she gritted her teeth.
   Swish! Crack!
   The blow striped across her buttocks with enormous ferocity, raising a spray of sweat as it bit into her reddened flesh.
   Kieran lowered the whip but Lia's body continued to writhe. She wanted to stop, but her arousal was too great. Her nakedness, her incredibly erotic position and the punishment had raised her emotions to fever pitch and she drove herself down on the phallus, somehow spurred on by the fact that she was being watched. It was like the scene in the diner weeks before, where she had deliberately brought herself off with the neck of a bottle in front of all the truck drivers. She wanted to be watched; to demonstrate her wantonness to all who wished to see.
   Lia's backside was pumping back and forth with urgency as she fucked the tree. A moaning sound escaped her lips and she rammed her hips down harder and harder on the wooden rod, revelling in the sensation of its roughness as it ran back and forth over the walls of her sex. Her clitoris was hard and protruding as she ground it down against the wood, and such was her arousal that a silvery trickle of wetness was running down the trunk of the tree.
   "Aah! Aah! Aah!" she shouted.
   Then she was coming, the moan turning to a shriek as her passion exploded. She hung, her muscles tensed, her body totally rigid except for her arse, which thrust in jabbing movements as her orgasm flooded her. She threw back her head and cried aloud as the pain and the passion brought her to the most exquisite peak she could imagine, the bondage only serving to increase the sensation as the world seemed to disappear in a blur of pleasure.
   Then slowly, by degree, her body began to relax, the breaths coming longer and deeper as the muscles lost their tension. The movements of her backside slowed too and her whole frame slowly sagged, until she hung from the tree like a spent rag, staring shamefacedly round at her audience.

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